[center][h3][u]Nillium Encampment, The Burroughs[/u]
[sub]3rd of Summer - 9:19 PM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	Philip froze when Paric started to stumble. He'd recognized him after that. The man was familiar. An Eldi with a drinking problem, and curly brown hair. His expression went blank when Paric stumbled over. [i]Damn it all.[/i] This had to be bullshit. Philip was almost convinced that this drunkard had either hallucinated seeing Ayer, or that he was too [i]drunk[/i] to even know where he was. But it wasn't the Nillium's responsibility to manage and coordinate the drunks. Mop was a prime example of how little they cared. He rolled his eyes and walked past the man that called him over, stepping into the Alleyway with disappointment dragging him down.

	[i]'He probably just confused a rat for the runaway'[/i]

	While most of the guards were unconcerned with Philip's little venture, Mop's curiosity had been peaked. He watched as Philip wandered off, catching only the edge of Paric's silhouette from where he sat as the two disappeared into the Burroughs. Locke pushed himself up onto his feet and took another swig from his wine bottle.

	"Awright, awright, show's over. Back to work ye lollygags," He groaned with purple liquid running down his chin. The disheveled man slowly stumbled across the boardwalk, while his subordinates quickly returned to their posts.

[center][h3][u]Baeshri Pass, Caravan Centaurus[/u]
[sub]3rd of Summer - 10:24 PM[/sub][/h3][/center]

	Neal walked over to Lyullia and grabbed the cuffs that she'd created with a nod and a smile. "Stopping their movements is enough for now," He assured her. Zay reached up and snatched the cuffs out of Neal's hands in order to restrain the two Myti himself. Nor rolled the women over and began to feel along their exposed, furry torsos, looking for injuries with his mana as Zay moved to position himself opposite to the medic. "It was the head," Neal said, pointing at his forehead, "I stomped her-"

	"Do you not see the [i]gaping hole[/i] in her torso?" Noru hissed, quickly prepping another batch of liquid from the bottles he'd retrieved earlier, "If they bleed out, it won't matter if they have brain damage or not." Working quickly, the man was able to patch up Daelin's handiwork in a manner of moments. While he did that, Zay latched the cuffs around each woman's wrists, and ankles.

	"Hup-" Zay breathed, placing one hand over each of the chain-links one by one. With the last of his mana, he created a few metal spikes that fused with the floor of the caravan and kept the women in place. "I'm not sure if that is a good idea."